“I tend to not make them.” Kal says, standing his ground. A stranger amongst the forest of darkness —- although he had his strength on his side, a secret only he knew, there was no telling who this other was. “What deal?”

“No, not all of it. But most.” Kal said, sounding close to defeat. “It doesn’t matter now. Someday they’ll forget to harass the Kents. Or someday I’ll make them forget.”

| switched up FC’s to absolute Superman bc: 1. Just caught up completely, honestly sick book 2. Long hair Kal 3. Armor Kal makes more sense for fantasy setting

Kal takes a seat next to other, placing his forearms upon his knees. “I think I’ve. .found something, boy. I’m not sure. By the old El’s Memorial. It felt like something was calling me. Ma and Pa may know. I don’t that’s for sure.”

Giving the direwolf a minor scratch. “You been a good boy while I was away, Krypto?”

To say fear settled in him was a mere jest. But he would not show it, could not show it. He rose the lantern higher, illuminating the branches that sprawled like a web above his head. And the stranger that crawled within them. “Who are you.”

* Gentle reminder this is a Fantasy / D&D inspired supes, lore is under the pinned :)

“I’ve stood up to them before.” Kal says, kicking at the dirt. “They. .paralyzed my friend. Lana. I didn’t allow them to walk away unscathed. They only let me live. .because my father offered them months of our harvest.” He’s not looking at Solas —- instead at the ground. “It’s why we work hard.”

Be it —- 𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱. 𝖲𝖮𝖭 𝖮𝖥 𝖮𝖣𝖨𝖭. 𝖦𝖮𝖣 𝖮𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖴𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖱.

“I don’t believe any of them do.” He said in a snarl, before a breath gave cool to the anger that bubbled in him. Kal turned flashing a smile to Solas - - now looking more so like the farm boy of before. “I’m sorry about that. The Kingdom. .King Zod. .they haven’t been too kind to lower folk.”

┈┈┈ ⋞ 〈 ⏣ 〉 ⋟ ┈┈┈ ┈┈SUNDRINKER┈┈ ┈┈┈ ⋞ 〈 ⏣ 〉 ⋟ ┈┈┈

Someone warm fills Kal, it boils and bops at the top of his throat. For the first time in his life —- maybe forever, he feels rage. Rage at the unjust and unkind. This street is used by the towns folk, by those with less than the King. Yet now it will be closed for who knows how long. (c)

| man I cooked with a lot of this stuff, Superman Superman Superman!

Lois Lane. A daring bard and spymaster, Lois roams the realms singing truths others fear to speak. With wit sharper than any blade, she uncovers secrets that fuel rebellion against Zod. Drawn to Kal’s quiet strength, she becomes his fiercest ally, anchoring his heart to the people.

The Kingdom of Krypton believes in the Sun God Rao. Similar to the Krypton of Prime Earth. However on E-9813 (this worlds indicator), Rao is treated differently amongst the kingdoms people’s. Some, like the Kent’s of Smallville, believe him to be a kind and helpful God who brings the Sun (c)

Slowly, Kal places the Solas back to his feet. “You.” One of the guards points to him. “Look like a Farm Hand. Are you local?” “Yes, Sir.” Kal says, his voice quieter - - less confident than before. “Smallville with my Ma and Pa. Just down the road.” He points.

| miss you fantasy Kal

Feet plant —- calves flex out, a leap. More than a leap, flight, maybe for the first time. True, guiding, actual flight. Coursing through the air in what feels like free fall, but up.

“Yes.” Kal says, motioning quickly —- the sound of armor and horses coming quicker and closer. Like he could feel the breath of the rider upon his neck. “Quickly, Solas —- Jump! Jump, I’ve got you!”

Swords, the clattering of metal, the movement of breath. No, travelers maybe, but their intentions lay with aggression. “Solas we should go. It’s Peacemakers. Hired goons by the crown, they don’t care who you are —-.”

That’s a relief —- I was beginning to think this tall tale had taken my life over entirely. . . .she wants me to find out who I am. Where I come from. .but I —- [ There are tears that edge at his eyes. ] —- She said my parents aren’t my real ones. I need to find my. .real ones.

“Hey!” Kal said —- a slight jump in his step, like without a second thought. “I said be careful, and yet —-“ He goes quiet, listening, hearing tracks. It sounds like more than five men. “There’s someone coming. Does anyone else use this road?”

She said she was a living form. .of the planet I come from. That my people —- and she. . . .she said she died. And my people came here as refugees —- I just. .I don’t know.

She was a stranger. But I guess she wasn’t —- it sounds too odd to explain. You’ll think I’m crazy.

“Yea, something like that.” Opening up terrified him —- although he could not admit it. Why? Why would having these gifts make him feel so. .isolated? “I just. .sometimes need to be alone. Feels like I can hear the whole world, and I need to shut it out.”

| think Fantasy!Lex and Fantasy!Kal were homies growing up in Smallville (similar to the comics) but Lex’s genius like mind got him noticed by King Zod and he kinda became a sort of Arcane!Jayce for Kondor mhm

“Yea —-“ Although he can leap over them now, so he doesn’t climb as much. “But I prefer walking.” Which was true. “Something about just being alone seems to. .help.” He words trailed off as he watched Solas climb higher.

I don’t know. It’s what I’ve been told —-

Some sort of savior.

You don’t remember? I never knew.

across the sky. Until then though, this is farewell, Kal son of the Kents."

Tears almost swelled at the edges of his eyes, but a single huff demanded them to draw back. “. .Okay.” ‘Kal?’ The call came again, and slowly he began to separate from her. But it felt like he had already done that —- and this was their second time leaving one another.

“No. .no, no hurry at all.” Kal almost mumbled with a roll of his eyes, arms crossing over his chest. “Just. .be careful, y’know. I’ll be. .uh, here.”

“What? But you can’t leave I. .” He felt like his heart ached. So many times, so close to people that seemingly drift apart. Lana. Lex —- before he left for Metropolis. “I have so many questions.” Kal says, almost defeated, a whisper turned mumble.

“Again?!” He says, almost astonished. Drive? Or something close to it he guessed. Pa would say stupidity —- Ma would say bravery. Clark fell somewhere between. “Are you sure?”

“I guess nothing at all.” ‘Kal! Kal?’ The woman’s voice comes from afar —- on the porch just a few yards away from them. “That’s Ma.” He says, taking a hesitant step towards the voice. Before stopping.

“What hah —-“ Kal can’t help but laugh, until he realizes. “Oh. .you’re serious? Oh. .uh, alright. I guess, no. Yea, yea. I can handle that.”

“Wait —- companion? What do you mean? Someone from Krypton?” He said, genuinely curious.

| he’s very Disney’s Hercules coded and that’s completely intentional I have thought time and time again it is one of the best Superman movies ever made

Maybe it could be her? But he wouldn’t want to impose. She knew so much, and he knew so little. Lost in the world, maybe even more so than before. But within him stirred a sense of purpose, a calling —- something greater had always awaited him.

“Of course.” He nodded, a gentle smile on his lips that almost hid behind the length black curls of his hair. “Are you off somewhere?”

It’s. .overwhelming. She knew so much of him that it was almost fact now —- she was Krypton. She was the planet that the Kingdom spawned from, she was the lost story and culture of people nearly erased.

| must sleep but perhaps the “it’s the truth son” solo thread sometime this week

“Me? Kryptonian?” He half huffed half laughed. “As if.” Kal said, another scoff. King Zod —- he was Kryptonian. You could tell. His booming voice, his power, his knowledge. Kal? Kal was a Kent. Always had been. “Jor El sounds. .noble. Unbelievably noble.”